Well look at that, the weekend came and went without a single supercell tornado in sight. If you let the old Texas weather fearmongering song and dance get to you, and spent the weekend in the fetal position in your bathtub, waiting for the end of days-- you missed out on what was probably the nicest weekend we've had in months. Luckily, our good fortune seems to be carrying over for once, and there's plenty of great live music this week to get you out there basking in the sun.

British R&B singer songwriter Daley has been making waves with his the release of his debut album earlier this year, which includes assistance from both Pharrell and Jessie J. Tonight, he'll put the moves on Trees.

You may remember them best for that cheery little 2011 single about a horrific school shooting, but Foster The People are still at it. The "Pumped Up Kicks" peddling pop rock outfit will hit South Side Music Hall tomorrow night.

In the band's heyday in the mid-1960s, The Zombies were one of the most interesting groups of the initial British invasion. Singer Colin Blunstone and keyboardist Rod Argent created a couple of pre-psychedelic gems with "She's Not There" and "Time of the Season." After that, the hits pretty much dried up and the group disbanded -- although Argent went on to a decent solo career and Odessey and Oracle was eventually hailed as a chamber-pop cult classic. Sporadic reunions have happened over the years, but a 2010 regrouping produced the album Breathe Out, Breathe In, an effort that garnished the band its best reviews since their '60s prime. Argent and Blunstone are the lone original members of the reformed group, but their collective muse continues to push the Zombies into a promising future.

The Hold Steady didn't disappoint when they played the Granada in 2010, and with a fantastic new album to promote this year, the Brooklynites are bound to deliver more of the same as they return to the Lower Greenville theater. Teeth Dreams is full of songs cut from the same cloth as the band's earlier records, so the new material should mix perfectly with the profusely wordy cuts littered throughout the band's back catalog. And they always play tons of tunes. Frontman Craig Finn engages audiences in ways most frontmen don't: He feels every beat and chord change and tries his best to make you feel them the way he does. Heavily buzzed-about act Deer Tick open. Certainly a great way to finish off the month.

Did you know that Stone Temple Pilots are still a band? It's true, though they are no longer your father's STP. Last year, they replaced heroin enthusiast and occasional frontman Scott Weiland with Chester Bennington, the non-rapping guy from Linkin Park. Thus Weiland is left to roam about the country peddling his solo material and probably a few STP chestnuts. Yet the Pilots' mainstream success in the mid-'90s was rooted mostly in Weiland's baritone and Eddie Vedderish affectations, vocal hallmarks that overshadowed the Zeppelinesque pretensions of the Brothers DeLeo and drummer Eric Kretz -- a bridge of sorts between '80s Sunset Strip buttrock and mass-marketed flannel shirts. Whatever that band was, its erstwhile mouthpiece descends upon Trees on Wednesday. Walking through Weiland's wicked garden is up to you and your dad.

Minnesota's Trampled by Turtles have long toyed with notions of tradition. In spite of its funny name, the band has channeled the Iron Range ruggedness of northern bluegrass outpost Duluth and become one of the most appreciated acoustic groups in the country in recent years. While the group, who just released the fantastic Live at First Avenue, keeps things unplugged, they still paint outside the lines of traditional bluegrass structure with their energy and rebellious spirit. Formed in 2003, TBT has managed to practically perfect an ability to believably go from frenetic thrashing ("Wait So Long") to pensive balladry that ends up as a rousing anthem ("Midnight on the Interstate"). Like many bluegrass groups, this five-piece knows how to bend cover tunes fit their sonic sensibility, as their sublime take on the Pixies' classic "Where is My Mind" proves. Indeed, this group will trample most folk's expectations of what an acoustic band is supposed to be.

When they came to town last year ,Dillinger Escape Plan played a venue that wasn't ready for their controlled chaos. Issues with the barrier and human interaction between the band and audience were prevalent, stifling the whole show. This time, Trees is fully capable of avoiding such issues. The New Jersey five piece is not an everyman kind of band, given its mix of King Crimson by way of mid-90s hardcore. But if you love this band, you can't really get enough of seeing them play over and over again. Guitarist Ben Weinman will throw caution to the wind with his various jumps and planks around the stage, frontman Greg Puciato will test his vocal cord capacity with the full spectrum of his voice, and drummer Billy Rymer will make the almost-impossible look like training exercises. With some new material to share, it's an extra incentive to see Dillinger now, whether it's your first time or your tenth.

The post-punk-dance-metal-pop hybrid produced by Nebraska's The Faint can be fascinatingly intense or cloyingly annoying. The dichotomy can partly be attributed to a dizzying array of personnel changes that have resulted in five full length releases that could easily have come from five different bands. The most recent effort, Doom Abuse, is the perfect introduction to the wild and wooly world of The Faint. Throughout it all, Todd Fink and crew remain intense and interesting, two qualities that are inherent in bands worthy of checking out on a Friday night.

Gavin DeGraw entered every teenage girl's living room in 2003 when he sang the theme song of The WB's One Tree Hill, "I Don't Want To Be." But he's so much more than that. As a singer-songwriter, DeGraw has the ability to produce a mega radio hit, and then strip it down to an acoustic version for a more romantic touch, something he did with albums Chariot and Chariot Stripped. And while he typically sings about love, heartache and the like, he also takes on different topics. "Medicate the Kids," for instance, takes on the irony of teaching children to say no to drugs and then turning around and prescribing them medication. But if you get the chance to see him HOB, unpredictability will certainly be the norm: he tends to change up the arrangements of his hits, oftentimes with the accompaniment of a piano or guitar.

With a name that conjures up bad memories of late 60's garage rock acts, The Warlocks are actually a sprawling and impressive ensemble that make music that is joyfully difficult to classify. Led by the enigmatic Bobby Hecksher, The Warlocks play dark, psychedelic rock that meanders but is rarely boring. Inspired of course by the Velvet Underground (a band once known as The Warlocks), Hecksher is a keen arranger, but only an average lyricists. Words hardly matter against the drone that is most of Skull Worship, the band's most recent buzzing opus. The Warlocks make tactile music that may not be earth-shattering, but it is certainly good at setting an ominous mood.

The suburbs often get a bad rap from those living inside the Big D bubble. And to be sure, some of the hipster hatred is warranted. But let's give Plano some credit: presented with a chance to host a big-ticket even that would make even the most metropolitan of urban dwellers envious, it snapped it up and has run with it admirably. The name of the event, Suburbia Music Festival, is even a bit of a middle finger to Dallas and Fort Worth. Bragging about living in white-flight sprawl isn't something folks around here are used to, but good for Plano, because it's a fun and varied line-up. With musicspanning hip hop (J. Cole, Run the Jewels), indie rock (Tegan and Sara, Surfer Blood), roots (Delta Rae, Hayes Carll), radio-ready alt-rock (Blue October, Third Eye Blind) and electronic (David Guetta, GTA), the 'burbs are the place to be -- for this weekend, at least.

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